AREA - the DEAD STRIP.
"..its always been like this. like this with me from that incident."
the air was heavy. the smell was rustic on the streets, the flowers were withering.
he was walking with his hands in his pockets.
"ive only had one friend. It was her."
he walks as sees black blood on the streets.
"not that I should remember it."
he reaches home as he unlocks the main door. he opens it, the sound echoing through the room.
The room was giving off rancid smell. There were old pizza boxes, spider webs and one small lamp flickering and giving light to the entire room.
he walks in and opens a small vault where drugs are kept and locks it again.
he lays on the bed as the dust comes off, he tries to sleep.
"...p-please." the voice echoes in his mind.
he wakes up gasping.
He grinds his teeth and ruffles his hair.
"fuck this shit."
he reaches out to his pocket as he takes cocaine and inhales it. the smell and the sound filling the room.
"..not that I feel guilty anymore."